Hey ! I hope you guys love this new chapter. I put considerably More time and effort into this one ( to the highest degree certainly length-wise ). Thanks.

If there was one affair young John Tyler didn't like, it was having his shit stolen.

Young Josh was a hotshot jock on his school's track squad. He had been mentally conditioned by his beginner ( who was once an Young, bountiful athlete himself. ) to believe that he was truly better than everybody else. A strong ego is hefty for a growing boy, after all. The 14 yr old had been working out his whole life story, and was thus a amercement physical specimen. His young sportive ramification were particularly muscular, but his cut biceps, his chiseled abs, EVERYTHING about him was the epitome of adolescence without looking honest-to-god than he ought to. His hair was so blonde it was pretty much white, and his bright drab centre caught second glances from missy and hombre alike. He and his penny-pinching Friend had been extremity of the YBWL for several geezerhood, Josh being a well-established and senior high school ranking member of the club.

Josh and all of his supporter were walking rest home from school day one day when they chanced upon 13 year-old Tyler, walking in the same counselling. The longsighted way of life from schooltime led all the way to the topical anaesthetic car park, where the townsfolk's transit system was accessed by young fry every day after school. John Tyler was also on the school rail team, but he was no adept athlete. His shorter demeanor put him at a serious disadvantage from the other son, but his heart was certainly in it. He was of average physique, despite his long feat to take a crap himself otherwise. There was a time where Tyler had actually admired Josh ( admired him A LOT, actually ), and it was no secret to him that he'd always been covetous of Josh. But the Young blond now pretty lots despised the champion athlete, thanks to his repeated and successive efforts to mortify and bully him. He too was a penis of the YBWL, but only recently- Josh hadn't yet seen him at any of the meeting and he hadn ‘ t yet fought his first-class honours degree match. Tyler planned on using this to his advantage.

"Hey, John Tyler !"

The young boy turned around just in time to find a Dean Swift beef to the chest. He tumbled down the pitcher's mound to a more secluded area. Josh didn't want any other passerbys to see what was about to go on. The hill was fairy steep. He stood up and prepared for the coming fight, but he was of course no match against five healthy jock. He was surrounded and detained quickly so that Josh could do whatever he wanted to him. None of this was anything new. Tyler struggled as the boys firmly held his arms.

"Let me tell you, Tyler….."Josh smirked and spat on the ground."Taking your money never gets old."

That was the lastly thing Tyler remembered before everything went dark. He woke up respective minutes later, with his shirt yanked up to his neck and his pants pulled down to his mortise joint. His flaccid rooster was poking out of his brief and his billfold was missing, as well as his back pack.

This was the finale shuck. He decided that he had had enough. He began to project his revenge.

Two weeks later, Tyler overheard a conversation in the storage locker elbow room. It seemed that Josh's parents were going to be out of townspeople for the upcoming weekend. Josh was a slight young to be having parties, so it should be well-fixed to catch him unattended.

And it was. That Saturday President Tyler watched as Josh headed down his driveway and down his street as he headed to the track meet on his cycle. As soon as he was out of batch and the coast was brighten, he slipped across the street and over the fence into his backyard. He knew that Josh left his sleeping room window unlocked, he had overheard him bragging about sneaking out of his house a million times tardy at Nox through that window. He slipped inside and took a look around the household. Josh apparently had a moderately affluent family. The house wasn't exactly vast, but it was furnished well and had three bedrooms. He determined that he would most likely attack from Joshes room.

You see, I forgot to mention that member of the YBWL were allowed to initiate a match at ANY time. He simply needed a picture of his naked opponent covered in cum as test copy of his victory. And he didn't plan on fighting fair, either. He had managed to obtain a bottle of chloroform after stumbling across it one day in his dads lockbox, among other things that he either had no intention of using or didn't understand.

He explored Joshes thing, searching for his own belongings. He began to get a little excited-he was going to finally be able to throw revenge on his outstanding foe, and a very attractive one at that ! A third-year member defeating a old hand would certainly abase Josh.

He suddenly heard Josh walking in the look door, so he quickly slid under Josh ‘ s bed. He whistled a melody as he walked into his way, probably in a good mood from performing well. Tyler never got to compete at any of the school day cartroad meets, but Josh was always present. Josh walked into his way and grabbed some clean clothes out of his bloomers, shutting them loudly as he quickly decided what he wanted to break. President Tyler heard him shed his clothing and walk into the bathroom across the hall. Soon running water could be heard. He slid out from underneath the bed.

He debated chloroforming the rivet while he was in the shower, but decided not to. That would just end too quickly-he wanted to demand his metre and occupy plenty of pictures. He decided that he would get the first stunner after Josh had settled down for a moment. He noticed Josh's discarded uniform on the floor and was instantly hard. The musky boy olfactory property emanated strongly from the sweat-soaked article of clothing, and Tyler suddenly found himself deeply inhaling the boy's scent. He was surprised to line up a jockstrap in the pile of vesture. He supposed it helped keep his boy parts where they needed to be, but still found it pretty strange. Even foreign to Tyler was the idea and desire he suddenly felt. After breathing deeply from the genitals area, he slipped off his Andrew Dickson White undershirt and dark drab jeans. He then removed his taut white boxer-briefs and slipped on Josh's suspensor. Josh really wasn't too practically orotund than President Tyler, and the strap was a adequate fit. He felt incredibly randy wearing it, though he wasn ‘ t sure why. President Tyler then put his clothes back on, throwing his own underwear into Josh's designated drawer. He stowed himself underneath the bed again and waited.

He soon heard Josh walk out of his bathroom and down the G. Stanley Hall to the support room, where he plopped down on the sofa and started watching TV. All Tyler had to do now was sneak up behind him.

He crept out the door slowly, keeping the chloroform soaked rag tightly clutched in his right hand. He slowly made his way behind the put where Josh was sitting, keeping his eyes on the back of his white question and readying himself for any sudden movement. He waited until Josh started laughing at the television plan he was watching, and then finally enacted his revenge. He quickly cradled Josh's head in his bureau while shoving the rag over his mouth, pulling him over the lounge and toppling it in the outgrowth. Tyler wrapped all of his limbs around Josh as tight as he could as the young boy realized what was happening to him and struggled to free himself. His sinewy body put up a great fight, thrashing his leg around and yelling into the thick rag. Perhaps he could suffer put up a more valorous exploit if he hadn't been surprised, but alas he eventually fully succumbed to the effects of the chloroform and fell limp

Tyler stood up and slipped off Josh's T-shirt, exposing his incredibly toned body as well as the Elwyn Brooks White waistband of his legal brief. He then struggled as he lifted Josh up over his shoulder and carried him to his room, throwing him down on the bed like a bag of white potato. He snapped a few flick on his cellphone phone of his trophy and then went back to the living room to straighten out up the furniture. He then walked back into Josh's room, plopped himself on the bed next to him, and planted the longest most passionate kiss he had ever delivered in his young life story to the motionless teen. He was beginning to feel really glad that he'd gone through with this. After searching the room more thoroughly, he found his backpack and wallet with everything intact. He made for sure to set his things by the doorway before returning to his knocked out enemy.

President Tyler propped the beautiful boy up against the head word board and grabbed the chloroform-soaked rag, making surely to send it nearby. He straddled Josh's shank and struck him as hard as he could with the back of his hand, rudely awakening the sleeping youth. His gorgeous blue oculus appeared behind uncooperative lid as he struggled to comprehend his state of affairs. John Tyler slapped him again and cupped his chin in his hand, staring deep into his eyes.

"This is for everything you've ever done to me."

He reached behind himself and unwrap the clasp on his dungaree, while exploring his mouth and running his script through his whisker. He explored the front of his Jockey shorts and tweaked his nipples as Josh weakly returned the candy kiss. Tyler applied his rag to Josh's nerve for a few minute, his hard shaft growing as the boy swooned from the chloroform. He got up off Josh and took a few pictures, then pulled his feet so he was laid more comfortably across the bed. It took him a few moments to force Josh's jeans down since the new boy wasn't conscious enough to repeal his tail end off the bed. He left the jean where they were down at his knees and grasped his cock through his low Hanes briefs as he admired the boy that weakly resisted his exploration. The briefs were the Lapp beautiful blue as the boy's centre, while the cincture and y-front were the same Patrick Victor Martindale White seen in the youth's hair. He took another impression, and then proceeded to knock out the boy out again.

But he was done being gentle about it. He stood up off the bed and slowly lifted the drugged boy to his foundation. Josh had to lay his fountainhead on the cute blonde's shoulder as he slowly helped him away from the bed, his jeans now pooled around his ankles. President Tyler wrapped his arm around the back of his head and delivered a DDT straight to the carpeted floor, knocking Josh unconscious as soon as he hit the background. Tyler then grabbed his feet and stretched out the untried lad on his stomach. He pulled the white waistband down below his astonishing ass and explored every cleft of it. While Tyler had Thomas More of a"bubble butt ”, Josh had just the most amazingly toned ass. His eld of running had formed two of the most astound globe of cutis and muscle ever to be felt up by prosperous young Tyler. And"feel up"he certainly did, running his deal over his unbelievable heap of boy flesh, occasionally slapping and tightly gripping his cheeks He flipped the boy over, his knockout cock stretching obscenely against the material towards his belly push was the sole thing holding his briefs up.

Tyler removed his jeans, leaving him in just an undershirt and Josh's athletic supporter. This was way too hot to exit those jean on. He adjusted his creature and kneeled back down to Josh. He ran his handwriting up and down Josh's tightly stretched package, and just about everything else as well. He ran his deal across his chiseled torso as he massaged his highly seeable cock up and down, up and down. He took a few moving-picture show on his phone as he violated the stud, making sure to include his own smiling fount in a few pictures. He turned him over and slapped his ass a few more times, making for certain to cup his bare skin forcefully between smacks while grinding his cock into every surface of Josh that was closest to it. Tyler had to actually thrust himself to arrest playacting with himself, or else he would botch up his load and end his fun. He stroked the offspring athlete's humanness while playing with his cloth-covered balls. He took in all of Josh's sac with his mouth, licking the fabric with extensive strokes of his tongue, encompassing all of his package that he could. Where the was light wild blue yonder was now a wickedness wet post covering Josh's entire genitalia area.

He pulled his legal brief down to his ankles, revealing a surprisingly smooth out 6 inch boy prick at full mast, shooting towards his naval. He was surprised at how smooth he kept his junk, surely no boy at their age ought to be shaving what piddling they had, right ? Tyler himself had developed a nice bush that he personally was quit proud of. He grasped the unruffled base of Josh's peter and ran his helping hand up to the tip several metre, running his other hand along his inner thigh. The Edward Young genus Adonis slept soundly as no part of his muscular frame remained unexplored. Tyler slowly jerked the boy's cock up and down whilst taking a few pictures on his earpiece once again.

John Tyler had never sucked another boy's putz before ( nor had he received such discussion ), and figured that this was as good of a fourth dimension as any to afford it a shooter. He parked himself directly in front of the 14 year-old's splayed open peg, laying on his belly with his Kuki resting on the boy's tummy.

"Cum to papa !"

John Tyler took it into his backtalk. Slowly at first, but gradually quickening his pace. He remembered lunch table discussions of other boy telling horror chronicle of girls that didn't know how to break decent head ( belike just typical teenage void jactitation, considering their age ), and attempted to use the data he had heard, being especially mindful of his teeth. He fondled Josh's nut paper bag as he stimulated his Hammond organ to the best of his ability, running his clapper along every surface that his inexperient throat could take him to. He pumped Josh's stopcock vigorously every so often, his glistening saliva lubricating the unfaltering rod. After this continued for a while, it was certain that he had to cum soon.

Suddenly Tyler felt his head being clamped shut."mmmmphf !"was all that he could manage as Josh's beautiful branch scissored his throat from both sides, turning the boy on his English in the summons. He grasped Tyler's left arm and held it down as the cute young boy attempted to escape the detention with what limbs he had left, which were just his peg since he was laying on his left arm already. Tyler's cheek was buried in Josh's still rock-hard and throbbing dick, both of them knowing full well and Josh being especially grateful that biting was not allowed.

Loretta Young Tyler made futile efforts to get away from the unavoidable trap that were Joshes thigh. Slowly he faded into dream land, his thrashing becoming less and less emphatic and his resistance against Josh ‘ s now meddlesome hands weakened. He offered a few final flutter kick with his feet as Josh massaged the front of his jock. Finally, after what felt like forever to Josh, the cute 13 year-old passed out between his rollicking wooden leg. He held the hold on the motionless teenager for a little bit longer, just to make for sure he was out moth-eaten, continually groping and feeling the barren ass of the smaller boy as he did so. Once he was confident that President Tyler was out moth-eaten, he released him from his scissor detention, removed his briefs from around his ankle joint, and splayed out his cute young body. He ran his palm along the male child tight package, and that's when he noticed his own musky boy smell emanating from the boy's equipment, the familiar design and Jockey logo. This was his jockstrap.

"You're wearing MY supporter ? You seriously are the strange kid I've ever met…"

He hadn't really considered it before, but this kid may have had a life-threatening jam on him. Hell, it may even still be there. This kid had was willing to sneak into his house and attack him, that showed how much he obviously hated him. But to do that and put on the dandy's underwear ? There was something else going on here. He thought about the way he gazed at him with his big brown oculus, the way their relationship was a short faithful back before he had started developing. It was incredibly exciting to Josh that the boy he was groping right now had a John Major erection for him ( pun intended ). Josh would be lying if he said that he himself hadn't had similar thoughts….I mean, the kid was pretty cute….

But his flavor of flattery and admiration quickly subsided into anger. He tossed his now would-be assailant over his shoulder joint and then onto his bed and explored his untried body. He lifted his shirt up above his nipples and kissed his mystery admirer while exploring his directly stomach. The boy clearly put work into his workout routine, but his young and small body left slight room for improvement. After spending a generous amount of clock time playing with his package, he flipped the rock music backbreaking adolescent onto his tum, revealing his cute gabardine bubble butt. Josh cupped his helping hand underneath Tyler's pocket as he ran his cock alongside the unconscious boy's crack, debating whether or not he ought to fuck poor Lester Willis Young President Tyler.

Tyler began to stir. Josh finished removing his shirt and calmly resumed massaging his ass and balls as he slowly came to. He moaned softly and gripped his frontal bone as Josh helped him to his foundation, next to the bed. He then gave him the mightiest bear hug that he could come up, squeezing the animation out of the young boy. He lifted the boy up into the air as he squeezed him as tight as he could, their raise cocks pressing hard into one other as John Tyler struggled to release himself. Josh turned his torso to and fro, holding John Tyler up off the ground, He pounded on Josh's back in a otiose sweat to get justify, but to no service. After what seemed like a very long sentence, the young boy clad only in a suspensor started to fall asleep in Josh's arms. His head laid down over Josh's shoulder and his arms fell to his slope as Josh began to grind him slowly, now supporting Tyler entirely as he continued to crush him with his mighty bear hug. He nibbled on the unconscious boy's and nuzzled his head, pressing his shaft hard into the boy's bloodless sac, obscenely tented up and to the right.

He continued with this for a spell until he finally tired of holding his rag dame, and threw him on the bed. His peg dangled over the edge of the bed as Josh cupped his cute bulge and massaged his pectus. It was time to get this kid naked. He lifted the boys legs up above his shoulder joint and removed his own jockstrap from the adolescent. He breathed in the scent heavily, smelling his own musky olfactory property amidst the boy's new scent. He tossed it to the side and played with his nut as he examined the five-inch cock before him. John Tyler had a belittled set of os pubis nestled above his raging flub that matched his blonde hairsbreadth. Josh watched his thorax and dick slowly acclivity and fall as he slept soundly.

Josh laid Tyler so that his chief laid on the pillow and got comfortable following to him. He licked his palm and played with the boy's cock. He turned his head towards him so he could explore his mouth and genitals at the same time. He picked up John Tyler's hand as he tugged on his dick, watching it nightfall motionless as he molested the quiescency boy. He then wrapped the boy's handwriting around his cock, it jumped as it welcomed the touch. His clutches on the sleeping male child cock slowed as he focused on pumping his own hammer. He wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulder as he scooted closer to him, resting his mighty thigh beneath his two cheeks. He now focused on manipulating both of Tyler's hands as he jerked his hammer with one mitt and fondled his balls with the other. He quickly felt himself approaching ejaculation as he gazed at the sleeping boy, and suddenly he had a variety of heart. He straightened the boy out and slapped him gently a few times as he tugged on his pecker. As soon as he saw that the boy was barely conscious he took all of his member deep into his lip, tantalizing every bit of boy pecker with his tongue as he rested his nose on Tyler's pubes. Tyler's middle opened across-the-board as his stallion mankind changed, his pulsing member throbbing with utter ecstasy as he received his first blowjob. He placed his hand on Josh's hair as he continued his attack, repeatedly running his laurel wreath up and down Tyler's smooth chest and cunning stomach as he forced his ramification further apart.

John Tyler no longer cared about the compeer. His feelings for the boy that was assaulting him had suddenly resurfaced as his organic structure pumped endorphins into his brain. He felt his lip moving :

"Josh, listen. I'm……"

"Shhhhhh"whispered Josh, pressing his finger to Tyler's sassing and then sealing them closed with his own. Both boys rolled over as they furiously explored each other's physical structure in their ad-lib heat of love. President Tyler found himself wanting to feel every component of this boy that he just recently despised, both of them feeling as though they couldn't possibly move their rose hip any closer together yet struggling to anyway. Tyler was now leaking pre-cum furiously, which Josh used as lube as he placed his cock incline with Tyler's and pumped them furiously. His moaning was cut dead by Josh's tongue as he felt himself leaving his body-truly he had never felt cracking in his biography. He ceased control of his body and allowed Josh to bring him to Climax.

It goes without saying that young Tyler erupted, his torso practically seizing as he blasted seven massive loads of boy jizz all over Josh's smooth peter and balls. His torso lifted up off the bed as he fired away, with Josh never ceasing his pumping of both of their putz. President Tyler was so physically spend that he nearly passed out for a legal brief moment, until Josh gently ran his mitt along his buttock. He looked down at Josh's cock and testicle, soaked with his own boy jizz and leaking of pre-cum.

"Now how about you finish me ?"

President Tyler grasped his slippery cock, and then took it into his mouthpiece and ran his ribbon all across his smooth egg. Josh fucked the boy's mouth until he started sputtering and remembered his inexperience. He slowly eased his tool in and out of the boy's mouth as he felt his moment approaching, his bluish eyes sealing shut as he focused on the pleasure emanating from in between his thigh. Tyler attempted to copy what Josh had performed on him, running his hand up and down his astonishing trunk, grasping his amazing abs.

"I'm about to cum."

President Tyler pulled Josh's cock out of his mouth and jerked it with slow deliberate question, increasing his f number slowly as all of the muscles in Josh's consistence began to visibly contract and pulse, his breathing becoming incredibly flashy as he turned his promontory back and forth. John Tyler watched closely as Josh added even more to the large pile of boy juice collected around his junk, ejaculating ejaculate all over his chest, abdomen and John Tyler's boldness as he released his equally impressive cargo. He sighed heavily as his dead body high up came to an end far sooner than he thought it ought to.

And that's when Tyler cocked his fist back and nailed Josh public square in the jaw, knocking him out cold. He grabbed Josh's blue Jockey shorts and pulled them on, tucking his flaccid cock past the ovalbumin waistband. He then grabbed his phone out of his blue jean pocket and snapped the final moving-picture show that he needed."Defeating"a high ranking wrestler like Josh for his low peer ought to get him the friends he needed fast-friends that could protect him from Josh's bullying at school.

Tyler pulled on the remainder of his clothes and took one hold up flavour at the cum-soaked boy. He really and truly liked Josh, but things were going to need to commute first before anything else happened.

He helped himself to the unconscious boy's wallet and then grabbed his stuff and walked out the door, feeling like a new man. His mom would be expecting him house for dinner soon. He was pretty sure it was meat loaf night .